This room is dark and quiet 
My thoughts conversate with eachother
And In my lonely disposition I whisper to the shadows climbing up the wall 
No audible answer could be heard, only the short inhale and exhale of breath being released from my lungs. 
Now all my wounds are open
Bleeding out in the dark. 
Owned by overwhelming fear, I am in belief these insecurities will never subside 
Here we are, consumed by the pain the brain has made, a weekly occurrence. 
But It's time now 
No one can hold your hand 
Not even the moon will light your path 
No one can do this for you 
Leave this darkness you so comfortably enjoy and reach for something beyond the security of your imagination 
Even the shadows drown in misery, they too wish you'd leave.  
So won't you depart from this socially dehydrated pattern? 
Wipe away your tears and run free.